Showing posts with label biscuits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biscuits. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

weekly stuff



Well It's my last day before I go on my biscuit practice course in Kraplakistan. I'm not looking forward to it, apparently to save money the company are putting us all up at a tented gypsy caravan site, deep joy.

I've started packing my stuff and I can't believe how much dunnage I've got to take. The recommended kitting list has filled my bags twice over and I've still got to find room for my own stuff. I'm not looking forward to this. I'm even going to miss my birthday, I'll probably end up drinking potato wine and having a luxury pot noodle for my tea. What a great birthday I will make up for it when I get back.

A quick note about the picture above I saw this at my local tesco's and thought that's what I call customer service. I don't know what kind of fat get needs a jcb to move their shopping but good luck to them.

Well I'm off for a few weeks so I'll see you when I see you. I will be contactable by mobile phone in the evening, special english rip-off mobile roaming rates will apply.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

midweek report


It's been a busy week this week at the biscuit factory where I work. We are putting some hours in, but at least we are making lots of lovely biscuits.

What really grinds my gears is the biscuit training course coming up next month. The powers that be have decided that we need to practice making biscuits, even though that's what we do all the time. So it seems we've got to move to another temporary factory miles away. We must go there for a few weeks and make some biscuits. However because it's a training course we're not going to make real biscuits we are just going to arse around making biscuits out of play doh, glitter and dog turds (just like the biscuits from Aldi) and then at the end we are going to chuck them all in the bin. I could understand if we pretended to make different biscuits maybe ginger nuts, but no we'll just make custard creams as usual, but only pretending obviously.

Meanwhile those people left back at the real factory have got to work even harder to make up for us losers on the course. So the real biscuit factory is not running as well as it should for a few weeks. I hope there isn't a sudden surge in the demand for custard creams or we will be knackered.